Eric
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Daddy had me laid out on the bed, stripping off the wet diaper. After my almost-meltdown over the kid’s meal, he’d thought I could use some time relaxing and not worrying about anything. He’d gotten me re-dressed in my diaper and regular weekend clothes and then we had an afternoon of toys and cartoons.
As much fun as it’d been, it was time to start getting ready for dinner with Nathan and Gabriel. And even though I was more comfortable with my diapers now, I wasn’t going to show up to dinner in one.
“You’re welcome, and you are all set.” He helped me up, then started putting everything away. “Did you want to go get a shower before we leave?”
“Yes.” I was feeling relaxed and grounded, but I was hoping a shower would wake me up. Something about spending the afternoon without stress and worries made me sleepy, and taking a nap wasn’t an option.
Hopping off the bed, I wrapped my arms around Marcus and let my cock rub up against him. “Did you want to join me?”
His eyes darkened, and I could see the heat start to build. Setting down the basket, he pulled me closer. “Do you want company?”
Yes.
“I think we don’t have to hurry to get ready…” I let the words trail off and moved against him, rubbing my dick alongside his. The layers of clothes were frustrating, but I could feel he was just as hard as I was.
His hands slid down to cup my ass, and they squeezed, pushing my hard-on tighter against his. “You’re right, there’s no hurry at all.” He leaned in and started kissing down my neck, his hot breath sending shivers through me, tightening my nipples and making my cock leak. “I can take my time.”
Damn.
Words failed me. The scrape of his teeth down my neck and the feel of his tongue as it teased the sensitive skin made thinking impossible…and it was only going to get better. Something about his touch and the way he looked at me screamed out his intentions—he was going to take me.
No teasing where he left us both aching and waiting.
No one-sided pleasure where he just wanted to take care of me.
No slow, tender lovemaking that left us both emotional.
Marcus was an interesting mix of Daddy and Dom and it was time for the Dom to come out and play. His voice growled low, and a hand came down to smack one ass cheek. “Shower. I want to see you naked and wet.”
I might have squeaked.
I definitely moaned.
Marcus just chuckled and squeezed down on the area that he’d spanked. “If you don’t hurry, I’m going to have to punish you instead of fuck you.”
Caveman Marcus was hot.
All I could do was nod. Taking a step back, I would have tripped over my own feet if it weren’t for his quick reflexes and strong arms grabbing me. I gasped, and the feel of his fingers digging into me made my cock jerk. God.
“Shower, or are you going to be naughty?”
Oh, I wanted to be bad…but I also wanted to feel him sinking into me. Decisions…decisions… “I’ll be good…I…Ohh…”
His hand came down to grip my cock in his strong hold. He gave it a firm tug and pulled a desperate sound from me. “Please…Sir…Please…”
“That’s better. Wet and naked, remember?”
Nodding, I tried to move, only to be pulled back when he used my cock as a handle. God, he was trying to kill me. Lightning fired through me and I was right on the edge of exploding. That sexy, loving expression sank into me as he watched my reaction. “I want a kiss before you go.”
I was going to come, and it was going to be over a simple kiss.
“Yes, sir.” Caught between a whimper and another moan, I stretched up and kissed him carefully on the lips.
“That’s better. Now, go on…you’re going to dawdle so long you won’t get to orgasm unless you hurry.” His voice was deep and rough, and the threat of denying me seemed to do it for him because I could see the dark passion running through him.
He released my dick, but there wasn’t enough blood in my brain to make talking work. I gave him my best bobblehead doll impression and stumbled to the bathroom. Turning on the water, I stepped in the shower, not bothering to close the curtain all the way, and just waited while the sting of the water hit my aching erection.
He kept me waiting for minutes, but it felt like longer. It should have given me time to come down from the high he’d sent me to in the bedroom, but my mind kept playing all the sexy things he might do to me, keeping me hard and ready.
“Turn around and face the wall.” I got a flash of naked skin as he walked in, but his orders had me looking away before I could appreciate the view. “Spread your legs. I can’t wash you unless you’re open to me.”
The rough words sent shivers up my spine, and I shifted my legs, arching back. I knew it looked dirty, but Marcus loved it. He made a little pleasured sound, and I could hear him walk closer to the shower. When he finally climbed in the tub and I could feel his body standing just behind mine, I was ready for anything he would do to me.
Resting my head against the tiled wall, I waited, trying not to look and see what he was doing. That wasn’t the game. Closing my eyes, I waited and listened to the rattle of bottles and the rustle of the shower curtain. When his hands came down on me, they were slick with body wash and traced over me without any kind of cloth.
Wrapping his arms around me, he started caressing me with soap-slicked hands as his cock slid against my crack. The height difference was just enough that he couldn’t fully enter me, but the sensation was incredible. Fingers plucked at my nipples under the guise of washing them before they moved down toward my heavy cock.
Teasing the skin around my dick with a delicate touch, he moved his hands around to my back and stepped away just enough to start cleaning me. It was maddening. He’d been so close. The dark chuckle that came from behind me let me know I hadn’t hidden my frustration.
His fingers worked the muscles in my back, making me arch, and I bit my lip to keep from begging. I wasn’t sure what I wanted, but I needed more. He skimmed over my ass to kneel behind me, washing my legs and working his way slowly back up. The feather-light touches had me whimpering, and I pushed my ass back, trying to get more.
I’d almost convinced myself that he was going to skip over my ass again, just to tease me more, but as he got closer, working the muscles in my thigh right under my ass, he kept going. His thumbs slid up my crack, opening me, and water rushed over me, making me feel even more exposed.
“I’ve got to make sure you’re clean. Don’t I?” His voice was heated and filled with need—and it was all aimed at me.
“Yes…please…yes…” All I could do was beg.
Thick fingers circled my hole, hinting at his intentions but not going in. He teased around it, and I knew he was just watching me as I tried not to writhe and plead. When he finally slid one inside me, my body clenched down on him and it felt incredible, but it left me wanting more.
“That’s better…isn’t it…your little hole needs to be filled…” I couldn’t even answer him. His words just wrapped me in a cocoon of need and pleasure.
Shaking and frantically trying to be good, I nearly screamed out as he eased a second finger and then quickly a third into me. He kept me on the edge, desperate and ready but never giving me enough to push me over the edge. It wouldn’t take much, a brush over my prostate…the lightest touch to my cock…a simple order…
When his fingers slid out of me, I almost screamed out, the frustration more than I could take. Before I could get the words out he was standing pressed against me, and I could hear the click of the cap on the lube. Shaking and unsteady, I waited, spread for him, making needy little sounds I couldn’t control.
“Bend over.” The simple words fried what was left of my brain.
Shifting so I could bend over and brace my hands on the edge of the tub, I felt him move behind me, his dick brushing up against my hole like he was deliberately teasing me with it.
I thought he was going to keep tormenting me. I’d expected his cock to slowly slide into me and take me carefully, so the hard thrust of his dick bottoming out in me in one thrust had me crying out. The pleasure was just too much.
Marcus knew, though. His hand reached under me and around my cock, stopping the orgasm that was fighting to escape. I whimpered, but it quickly turned into a porn-worthy moan as he pulled out and thrust into me again. Fucking me over and over, he had one huge hand gripping my hip and the other wrapped around my cock, keeping my orgasm from exploding out.
Bent over, there was nothing I could do but take it.
It was perfect.
When his fingers finally relaxed around my cock, I almost didn’t realize it. He fucked me hard, the angle just right to peg my prostate perfectly, and his hand came down and smacked my ass, sending heat and fire racing through me.
Cum shot from my cock. I screamed through the pleasure as it felt like my orgasm was ripped out of me. The pleasure was earth-shattering and if it wasn’t for the steady hold of his hands, I would have fallen, collapsing to the bottom of the tub in a wrung-out heap.
As I shook, waves of sensation still running through me, I could feel his cock jerk and the hot cum that shot deep inside me. His fingers dug into my sides, and I knew I was going to have little bruises. But it would be worth it. When his cock finally softened, it slid out of me, and he pulled me up into his embrace.
My back was pressed against his chest, and his arms came around to hold me tight. The water sprayed over us, soothing muscles that felt like they’d just run a marathon. One hand moved down to caress the little red marks his fingers left, and I knew he was starting to feel guilty.
“No, I like knowing I’m going to wear your marks.”
His words were growled out, low and erotic. “You say the sexiest things.”
Smiling, I leaned back and let my head rest against his neck. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Slow caresses ran over me as he held me tight. “I think I might need to wash you again. I got you dirty.”
We were late to dinner.